I just awoke from a little napper. I am very sleep deprived (well, not anymore i guess.) I came stumbling into the living room from our bedroom and asked maddie what day it was--then all that was left was to ponder what was and wasn't real.
As some of you know, we have befriended ratatouille, at least in our minds. We like to imagine that he goes out with us, brings his briefcase to school, and crawls into his pipe when we tell him he's singing too loud.
Well, i my dream, maddie touched ratatouile. which is weird, because i asked her today if she would rather touch him with her foot or find him in her bed ('would you rather...'). In the dream, she came screaming from the bathroom, saying she touched him, and that he had gotten big.
'how big?' i asked.
'BIG,' said she, and Ratty walked out of the bathroom.
He was a dog! well, not really a dog, but a dog playing a rat in my dream. Big and curly and black, with kind of a square face--not quite rat-like at all. I asked her how he got so big without us noticing, and how did he still fit in his pipe? she shrugged and we moved on and accepted it. But i was still afraid to pet him. oh AND we lived in our paris apartment/an old barn/ a castle with secret staircases.
What could this all mean? I you can figure it out, i'll give you a technicolor coat to wear.
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